I want to be more than just a passing moment
More than a breeze on a warm summer evening
To breathe in and let go
I want to be like a tree
Steady, permanent, attached
To hold and to ground
Rooted in someone's being
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 1:21 PM UTC
Your soul tends to warp itself around things not intended for you
That is no fault of your own, really
It's a fault in human nature
A fault written in the stars long before you were born
To long for something you cannot understand
Some would say it's destiny, it's fate, or whatever word they use to excuse it
But it's more sinister than that
It's human nature
A sole longing of the flesh, of the chemicals running through your veins
It's undesirable, it's ruinous and destructive
It's what is described in religion as sin, and in romance as love
But it's what destroys us, and makes us at the same time
It's inescapable
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 9:19 AM UTC
But it isn't the world, not truly
It is me that I wish to escape
Me, my entire being
To disappear from sight
From them, from myself
Not a trace, not a sound
Like a bird escaping it's cage
Knowing it cannot survive without
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 5:50 PM UTC
As I fall asleep
I hear the snakes hissing under my bed
I discovered them when I was a little girl
the first time one crawled up under my skirt
they left marks all over my body
scars I can't remove
I still find myself scrubbing so hard
trying to remove their mark
I still dream that they are all over me
I can't make them go away
Aug 18, 2024
Aug 18, 2024 at 8:50 PM UTC
Victory! I cried,
oblivious.
the war wasn't over
silently there hid
a ****** in the field
long forgotten
I didn't expect it
the bullet that was driven into my skull
breaking trough my flesh
I watched my house burn down
the one I had rebuilt
with my last remaining energy
I watched the war I thought I stopped
falling back into battle
I watched it all burn
this was the last time
I tried to stop it
let it all burn.
Aug 18, 2024
Aug 18, 2024 at 8:43 PM UTC
The world is beautiful.
It is so much more than this room, than this house, than the pain I've been trough.
I can get out of here one day.
Good things are coming.
Love is out there.
Life is so much better than what I've seen so far.
And I will prove it to myself.
Mar 10, 2024
Mar 10, 2024 at 8:34 AM UTC
Despite everything
I'm standing
Against my will
I am not granted an ending
It has not gotten better
I have lost all hope
But I'm here
I'm alive
Jan 7, 2024
Jan 7, 2024 at 12:11 PM UTC
My mother was always an overpowering shadow luring behind me
As I grew up, all I knew was not to end up like her
My family never looked away from me
The daughter of the disappointment
One part of me was born a disaster, the other a prophecy
To break away from destiny, to change fate
The weight grew heavy upon my shoulders
As I got older, they began telling me I had her eyes
Every time I gasped for air in the same way she did
Over indulgent, impulsive little girl
Those times I slip away from my own my own grasp
I see not myself but her in the mirror
Broken glass shards cut the soles of my feet open, a beautiful red paint emerges
And my childhood nightmares come true in the blink of an eye
I am exactly like her.
Jan 5, 2024
Jan 5, 2024 at 6:38 PM UTC
I used to convince myself you'd get better,
like after winter, flowers will bloom once again.
In waiting for the snow to melt,
the ice has encapsulated my heart.
Frozen in time, our house carries a silent testimony of our pain.
I have to get out, you know that too.
To find the summer again,
one must leave the winter in the past.
if you're not ready,
I will do it alone.
Jan 4, 2024
Jan 4, 2024 at 9:45 AM UTC
I hate the word nostalgia.
It scratches the back of my throat as I say it.
The memory of a childhood.
Careless, free, happy.
Or at least, for them.
For me, it's a painful look back
To a time where I did nothing but survive
To happy moments
That were filled with silent rage and tears
Is comfort really comfort
If you know it's temporary?
Because,
I don't remember the last time I was carefree
Oblivious, yes. But not carefree.
I didn't know what was happening,
But I knew how I felt.
Unsafe, abandoned, cold and confused.
The pink walls of my childhood bedroom
The princess stickers on the walls
They they see what was going on?
Or did they close their eyes too?
Jan 3, 2024
Jan 3, 2024 at 6:32 PM UTC